Perfect Morning
Waking up in your arms, bringing you your coffee. I sit on the edge of the bed, looking at your beautiful face. My hand caresses your cheek as your eyes open slightly, and your lips curl into a sleepy smile.
"Get out. You'll be late."
I smile.
I kiss you softly and leave, now prepared to take on the world.
3 comments:
damn. you bring a girl coffee in bed and she tells you to "get out"?
what a mean girlf... errr.. notgirlfriend
Mean, cold, heartless ogre
More of an orc, I think. ;-)
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